All Chapters of Beyond Redemption: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Kora’s POVThe morning came thick with fog, the air heavy with the smell of wet pine and smoke from the burned fields. The storm from the night before had torn apart half the western ridge, leaving behind a jagged scar of fallen trees and cracked earth. Yet even through the destruction, that haunting glow still pulsed in the distance — a reminder that the Gate had not faded with the storm.I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the face of that silver-eyed figure whispering the heart must choose. Those words looped endlessly in my mind, tangled with the memory of Edward’s voice, the desperation in it when he said choose yourself.But what did that even mean anymore?By the time I reached the main hall, the pack was already gathered. Dozens of faces turned as I entered — wolves, healers, scouts — all waiting for answers none of us had. Edward stood near the long table, speaking with Tomas and the elders. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, streaked with dried blood, but his

Kora’s POVThe packhouse had never felt colder.By the time we returned from the valley, the sky was heavy with rain, and the hallways smelled of wet earth and blood. Everyone had already heard. They didn’t need to ask what happened — their eyes said it all.Fear. Curiosity. Distrust.Aaron had been carried in unconscious, his wrists bound with wolfsbane cuffs that Edward himself fastened. Every guard who saw him flinched, unsure if they should be afraid of him or of me.I could feel their thoughts pressing against my back as I walked through the corridor. “Why is he alive?” “Why didn’t she kill him?” “What is she hiding?”I kept my head down.Edward’s hand never left my shoulder. His touch was firm, protective — but there was tension there too, the kind that didn’t come from anger alone. It came from fear.When we reached the infirmary, Edward barked an order to the guards. “No one enters without my permission.”They nodded quickly, closing the door behind us.Aaron lay on the bed, p

Kora’s POVThe moon was high when we reached the temple.The forest around it was unnaturally still, the kind of silence that pressed against your skin and made the hairs on your neck stand up. Even the wind seemed to avoid this place.Edward walked ahead of me, every step controlled but tense. His wolf was close—too close. I could feel the energy rolling off him in steady waves of dominance, a shield against the unseen things that lingered beyond the tree line.The temple stood in ruins, overgrown with ivy and stone cracked from time, but its heart still pulsed with faint silver light. I’d only been here once before, when I was a child, to offer thanks to the Moon Goddess. Back then, it had felt peaceful. Now, it felt watchful.At the base of the stairs stood the priestess—an older woman with long gray hair braided with strands of moonstone. Her eyes were pure white, glowing faintly in the dark.“Alpha. Luna,” she greeted, bowing her head slightly. “The air around you trembles. The b

Kora’s POVThe morning of the ritual broke with a strange, heavy stillness.No birds sang. No footsteps echoed in the halls. Even the wind outside seemed to be holding its breath. I woke before dawn, though I hadn’t really slept. My dreams had been restless—flickers of silver light and shadow, a whisper that sounded too much like my own voice.I sat up slowly, my body aching from the weight of it all. For a moment, I just listened to the quiet hum beneath my skin—the faint pulse of the bond that connected me to Edward, and somewhere deeper, darker, to Aaron.When I finally pulled back the curtains, the sky was still bruised with early light. The moon hung pale and distant, waiting for its rise tonight.The air in the room felt charged, like something unseen was crawling beneath the surface of the world.I turned when I heard the door open. Edward stepped in, already dressed in black, his shirt sleeves rolled up, his expression unreadable.“You’re awake,” he said softly.“Barely.”He c

The temple doors closed behind us with a deep, echoing sound that rolled through my bones. The air inside was heavy—thick with incense, magic, and something older than time itself. The silver moonlight poured through the crystal ceiling, painting the floor in pale light that shimmered like water.At the center of the chamber stood three stone platforms arranged in a triangle. Each one had ancient markings carved deep into its surface, glowing faintly with white fire. The priestess stood near the center, her staff raised, her eyes half-closed as she began to chant in a language I couldn’t understand.Edward’s hand was still wrapped around mine. His grip was steady, grounding. Across from us, Aaron was placed on the smaller platform, his wrists freed but still surrounded by a faint, golden barrier that crackled with energy. His expression was unreadable—calm, almost curious, like a man watching his own trial.I tried not to look at him for too long. Instead, I focused on my breathing. I